I think we will go to Coligny's lodgings.

Mounted, for a man on a horse has an advantage if the mob are out!" The two left the tavern, both sniffing the air as if they found it tainted.

The streets were filling now, and men were running as if to a rendezvous, running hot-foot without speech and without lights.

Most wore white crosses on their left sleeve.

The horses waited, already saddled, in stables not a furlong apart, and it was the work of a minute to bridle and mount.